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Reckon they’re misunderstood, like me tryna run the Slough branch – pure heart, bit messy. Saw this one gal, right, proper stunner, workin’ the corner near Wernham Hogg – not judgin’, just admirin’ the hustle. Bet she’s got stories, like Hans Landa spinnin’ yarns, “You don’t like me? Fine!” – but she don’t care, she’s clockin’ in, cashin’ out. Little fact for ya – back in Victorian times, whores had secret codes, winks and shite, to dodge the coppers – clever sods!

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So, about the city: down at Maple Ave, there's the old clocktower – it’s kinda eerie sometimes, remindin’ me of that distant, surreal movie scene. Crazy, right? I get chills when I stroll past it after a long day, every creak echoes. Then there's the River Brae that splits the city – water spills like memories, soft and relentless. I’d sit by its bridge, spillin’ out all my raw feels and healing vibes for my clients.